Poem Two
I pinch the bridge of my nose over and over longing for something to change I can write in a straight line but that doesn’t seem like enough I hold the skin beneath my knee and wish someone would do it for me My thoughts circle and circle in my mind I pinch and pinch and pinch at my skin then maybe something will happen I look around for an answer and realise I haven’t asked a question My creations surround me like a shrine to the living

Omg I love this it’s so good!! (also really hope I didn’t like coerce you into the substack return - just enjoy the poems lol 😭)